Sleeping on a human's lower abdominal area is a very effective way of getting that human up, as you have discovered. If your human has one of those little boxes that suddenly become noisy in the morning, I recommend that you wait until close to that time to nap on the human. Humans have difficulty getting up in the morning, even when awakened by a noisy box, so your assistance at that time will be appreciated. More importantly, it ensures that your breakfast is served on time.

Magic

Dear Magic,

But mostly, I want the nice warm humans to stay put so I have a proper napping platform and scritches on demand. My humans give me the yummy wet food for supper, not breakfast; I have to make do with crunchies the rest of the time. Why DO humans insist on having those silly noisy boxes?

Yes, I am changing your food. You guys eat ridiculous amounts of food and the stuff I HAD you on is far too expensive, especially considering it doesn't even last an entire month with four little piglets in fur coats noshing on it. Get used to the new stuff. (This means you, Rika. You are far too picky for your own good. I don't care if you don't like fish. You WILL eat the new stuff.)

And whoever's horking all over the carpet, stop that. I have no idea if you're gorging yourself or just have a hairball, but I am getting really sick of cleaning up your hork. Literally. You don't want to make me be violently ill from dealing with mass amounts of cat barf, now do you?

Also, Rika? How the eHell did you manage to get the insides of your back legs so matted up?? I brush you daily! Now I'm going to have to pin you in the most awkward position ever and shave your underside! Don't you dare bite me, cat.

That was an inventive wake up alarm you employed when I tried to catch a few extra winks. Sitting on the washer (bottom of the washer/dryer combo) and rattling the bamboo bead curtain made enough noise to make getting up more attractive than the extra ZZZs.

Zoo Food Service

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"The first rule is to keep an untroubled spirit. The second is to look things in the face and know them for what they are."

What on earth possessed you to try to eat the last bit of chili dog I left on my plate after dinner!? I even found a bit of the bun all the way in the bathroom, and the telltale crumbs on your chin aren't helping your case either, mister!

I know I haven't been well for a few days, and you are concerned your two-legged food dispensor is not functioning. However the following do not help matters.

1) Laying your paw on my hand to check I am awake is cute. Flexing your claws when you do that, is not! I have punctures.

2) Waking up unable to move my head at 3a.m. is not good. Discovering it's because 7 kilos of cat has sat on my hair with two paws on my head is worse - followed by the dreaded nose-and-drool in ear when I could not do anything about it! Your sister was staring at you from the other side of the pillow, wondering if you were mad.

I am sorry you revolved across the bed when I pulled the pillow out from under you, but you had that coming.

Regards,She-who-fills-food-bowls

P.S. And in these situations your Daddy need to stop laughing and help.

When the Humans go to bed, it's sleepy time for you as well! Lights out does not signify you two taking turns to jump up and down from the bed. You are let out several times before bed time, so you don't need loo breaks.

If you want your mummy to continue getting up at 5am to let you and the chickens out and give you breakfast, she needs her sleep! Otherwise you'll just have to starve your way through to 7am before she goes to work. So no more jumping, or the Humans will cut off your vege pigs ear supply.

Your supplier of chews.

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Good news! Your insurance company says they'll cover you. Unfortunately, they also say it will be with dirt.

How did you end up with FLEAS?! I darn well know you didn't have them a couple days ago! Augh! Fleas!

And no, I'm not going to be very happy if you end up giving them to the dogs when they come home Sunday. I JUST cleaned that room, for fluff's sake. (Unless that's where you got them, in which case, it's probably my fault because I likely carried them up here and I'm sorry. I'm so terribly sorry.)

Just hold out till tomorrow when I can get you the flea-killing pills. You'll hate me, but at least you won't have FLEAS anymore.